Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guyana and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Knickerbockers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Alison Limerick,
This Heat,
the Association,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sällskapet,
Bill Wells,
Soft Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
Marcia Griffiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Tremeloes,
Brick,
Rotary Connection,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick May,
Khruangbin,
DJ Style,
June Days,
Popol Vuh,
The Selecter,
Jawbox,
Kerri Chandler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doors,
Barbara Tucker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jandek,
Spoonie Gee,
Joey Negro,
John Foxx,
New Order,
the Slits,
Charles Mingus,
Janne Schatter,
Stiv Bators,
The Flesh Eaters,
Altered Images,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yusef Lateef,
The Red Krayola,
Roxette,
Todd Rundgren,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Bar-Kays,
Gabor Szabo,
Sixth Finger,
The Moody Blues,
Boogie Down Productions,
B.T. Express,
Anakelly,
The Pretty Things,
Babytalk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wasted Youth,
Don Cherry,
Bad Manners,
The Cure,
Reuben Wilson,
Bob Dylan,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.